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  Thrid Person POV

  Essos, 296 AC.

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  Daenerys looked somewhat lost as she gazed at Jon and beside him, her brother. Viserys y on the ground like a bloody pulp, unscious and still bleeding, in a state she had never seen before. As she turned her eyes back to the King of Artica, they wavered slightly.

  The woman beside her seemed quite impatient in the silehat followed, crossing her arms as she waited for Daenerys to speak. The Arti soldiers around the camp remained silent, waiting for their king to proceed with the versation.

  She had a decision to make at that moment and couldn't help but think of her childhood, of how Viserys had taken care of her. For a moment, a small part of her didn't want to accept the situation, so she wouldn't have to abandon her brother, despite the monster he had bee. There was some hope that the Viserys who had truly cared for her was still somewhere inside him, but another part of her knew she would never see him the same way, even if he ged. She wouldn't five him after the things she had heard and suffered, even if she wao. Viserys would never again be seen as her loving brother.

  "Wheime es, you will have two choices. Think very carefully, for your future will have two extremes..." the voice of that woman in her dream echoed in her head once again, as she spoke her final words before the dream ended. And Daenerys felt somewhat out of pce because of it.

  Thee her nerves, she looked into Jon Artica's eyes, who tio stare at her, waiting for her resporying to maintain a firm posture, she broke the silence. "Why should I believe you?"

  She raised her voice for the first time, no longer seeming so much like a scared girl. Jon raised an eyebrow, intrigued, and she tinued, "You're a stranger. You just suddenly appear and say you're my retive, my nephew... I'll be ho... this is too mue i few days... What makes you think I would just accept going with you, sidering we're strao each other... You could treat me the same way my brother treated me. What makes you think I wouldn't be betrayed by you too? After all, everyone has betrayed us..." She murmured, waiting for his response as she tried to keep her gaze on Jon's green eyes.

  Jon just sighed. "Well, that's fair," he began. "But look at us. Do we seem like savages, as you thought?" He asked calmly, as his hand lifted slightly, as if to indicate all the Artis there.

  "No... you're nothing like the savages I heard about..." she admitted.

  "HEY, don't call me a savage! We were free folk before being Artis, free folk!" Someone roared so loudly that it shattered Daenerys's fidence as she looked at him in fear, it being her than Tormund, wearing a helmet stained with blood.

  "Don't scare her, Tormund..." Jon said, raising his hand to the man who spat on the ground. Tormund merely grumbled, refraining from tinuing his loud pints about trivial things.

  "As you see, we are not like those who want to sow discord among us, as they describe us... But I 't prht now that I am your blood... However, tell me, answer me ohing first: what do you think would happen to you at the end of this jourhrough the desert?" Jon asked.

  Daenerys seemed a bit lost with that question and trembled at the lips before p. "I would be sold to some Khal, marrying him so that my brother would have an army to quer the Seven Kingdoms," she said.

  "And tell me, would you be happy with that future?" he asked again.

  As Daenerys's eyes trembled at the question, she answered, seeing nothing good in it. "No," she said, almost uo tinue.

  "How about this, aunt, if I may call you that? e with me, and I give you my word, I swear by everything sacred, by all my gods, that I will not harm you. But I would like a ce to prove that we are family. I want you to meet Aemon, who live in Artica a much better life than what you're describing. After all, you're an i girl; you don't deserve to gh this," Jon said, looking at her with a calm and even loving gaze. After all, she was his kin, his blood.

  Daenerys struggled internally upon hearing this. It seemed like a point of urn to follow this group she had known for such a short time, and she was uain about anything with them, aside from what she had heard and seen in the past few days.

  So, as much as she was tempted to accept the offer of meetiives she had never seen, the idea that there were more Targaryens out there, a part of her truly wao believe that Jon was a retive, that she saw him as her nephew... But with the uainty she felt, she remembered the dream of the woman and the children, and before that, of the dragon and that city...

  "Answer me ohing," she suddenly requested, while Jon waited for her to tinue. "Is it true that there's a giant tree in the middle of the city of Artica?" she asked, as everyone around looked at her with curiosity.

  "Arya told you that?" Jon asked, raising an eyebrow, slightly dissatisfied, as he didn't wao speak about his kingdom or such things ing it in this way, as it was still a secret.

  "No... I... I had a dream," she stammered, admitting it as Jon raised an eyebrow.

  "You dream of Artica?" He couldn't help but be curious and intrigued by this.

  "I dreamed st night, after applying the oi... and I also saw a dragon there... Is that true? Do you have a dragon?!" she let her voice rise louder thaended, with some expectation, but then suddenly, everyone around began to ugh.

  "So, there aren't any dragons there?" she murmured in embarrassment, feeling ridiculed by the question, something on for someoo ask for a dragon iimes, after all, they had beeinct for a long time.

  As a Targaryen, she dreamed of having these creatures again under her family's trol and, preferably, between her legs as she rode them through the sky like a horse.

  "Girl, it seems you dreamed too little. There isn't just one dragon in Artica, there are at least thirteen of them..." Ygritte responded beside her, raising an eyebrow at Daenerys, who looked quite shocked, w if she was lying or something.

  "What do you mean, thirteen dragons?" she murmured, wanting to know.

  Jon took a few steps closer, analyzing her. "You used that oi and dreamed of Artica right afterward?" he asked curiously as Daenerys hough she was still waiting for an ao her question.

  "That oi had magi the Children of the Forest... it must have activated something in you... maybe you're like Daenys, the Dreamer..." He couldn't help but murmur, sidering the possibility that she had some cirvoyance magic triggered by a magical stimulus, but it was too early to firm anything, so he turned his attention back to the girl.

  "Yes, everything you dreamed is true," he affirmed at st, while Daenerys still tried to recall more details from her dream, such as the woman who had spoken those words: 'You will have a choice.' And also the children, who were all... hers? If that woman was her... 'then who could be the father?' she thought before looking at Jon, notig his features in the older boy, whom she had paid the most attention to before her eyes had focused solely on the woman when she appeared. This thought quickly raised her eyebrow before a blush appeared on her face, and she quickly averted her eyes from him, not wanting to reveal her thoughts.

  Jon merely stood there in silence, waiting for his aunt to decide to e with him. She was true family, someone he didn't even ked and now had the ce to help.

  "And my brother?" she suddenly asked despite her shyness, still wanting to know what would bee of Viserys, as a small part of her was still a little ed about her own blood.

  "I won't take him, no matter what you say, aunt. This man is a pgue, and if it were up to me, I'd kill him right here and now," Jon spoke sincerely.

  "No, don't kill him!" Daenerys pleaded, not wanting her only brother to die. Then she looked at Jon and finally made her decision. "Alright, I'll go with you. I'll give you the be of the doubt. I want you to prove to me that you really are my retive, a Targaryen, and I want to see your kingdom..." she said at st, though her voice wasn't as fident as she had imagined. Jon nodded, smiling at his i aunt.

  "Great. Put her in the wagon a's ahings before heading back to the coast. After we up this mess, release all the soldiers we've captured who are still alive. There's no point in keeping them with us; let them find their way ba their own," Jon said at st, as his men quickly began giving orders throughout the camp to the other Artis.

  "e with me, girl," Daenerys heard the red-haired woman beside her say. With no other choice, she ended up following her and soon found herself being pced inside a nearby wagon.

  Another Arti peared as soon as the redhead returo join Jon. "Take this, it will ease your wounds, and there are better clothes to wear in the wagon. These are dresses that the king ordered exclusively for his kin, so they are the fi in Artica." The woman smiled as she handed over the items, and Daenerys nodded in response.

  She felt a little lost with all of this. Her gaze drifted to the window as soon as she ehe wagon, and the door was closed—though not locked as she had feared. She watched the men anizing the camp, w if she would ever see her brain after this. She accepted the possibility and knew deep down that she might never see him again. Perhaps, with some hope, that dream was her future in Artica, that it was her current self in that vision.

  As the Arti soldiers finally finished and began leaving the camp, mounting their horses and starting the journey back to the coast, where they had hidden a few ships a few hours earlier, Jon maintained direct surveiln Pentos from the moment they left and did not head south as soon as Pentos disappeared beyond the horizon.

  As soon as he learhat his uncle and Illyrio were plotting, primarily uhe influence of the tter, who seemed to manipute Viserys very well, he quickly ahem to move to the coast and intercept the group fleeing into the desert.

  Now, Jon was happy to have his aunt with him, or at least she had given him the ce to get to know her better. He wao show her Artica, leaving her brother behind to live only by his luck, which Jon believed wouldn't st long.

  Before heading to the wagons, he also didn't miss the opportunity to catch a raven and attach a scroll to it, watg it fly into the darkness of the night, sending it back to Pentos. In no time, Illyrio would know what had happened. And as Jon he Magister wao separate the Targaryens as far away from him as possible. He didn't know how his business with Pentos would fare, but he didn't care anymore, as the most important thing was having his aunt rather thaiating with that city.

  This letter would deliver a checkmate against Illyrio. Jon didn't care about his pns, but if he tried to interfere again with his aunt and him, Jon would invade Pentos before hunting him down and bringing him to live in Artica, but not as a guest or even a citizen...

  "I'll talk to her and join you shortly," Jon said to Ygritte beside him, who clicked her tongue, looking at him with suspi. Jo directly to the wagon, where he found the girl admiring the clothes she had been given, feeling the fabric she had never seen before.

  That was until she was startled by his presence, clutg the clothes and looking at him cautiously.

  Jon sighed. "Sorry about that. May I sit here? I just want to exge a few words," he asked, and Daenerys nodded, not having much choice.

  Jon didn't want to be seen as someone frightening to her, but he had no choice; he had to ad hoped that would ge in the ing days. To help, he came to speak with her now, carrying something that would assist her.

  "Well, I know you were hesitant, but I'm still gd you chose to e with us. You are my blood, and I promise to treat you as such. That's why I want to give you a gift," he said as he retrieved something attached to his armor.

  He lifted the object for her to see, while Daenerys looked on curiously before her eyes widened, reizing what Jon held in his hand after so long... "This is..." she murmured.

  "Yes, your mother's . Now it belongs to you. I bought it in Braavos and inteo keep it as something very precious, but I believe it will be better in your hands. After all, you are her daughter," Jon said, holding the out in front of her while Daenerys gazed at it in wonder, carefully taking it into her hands.

  "Well, I'll be going now. I o be with my wife, but tomorrow we'll meet again, and I hope we talk more, aunt," Jon said finally, as he began to rise and leave. He didn't want to simply stay there after everything that had happened; he wao give the girl some space to breathe and think before they had a better versation and allowed her to open up to him.

  They tiraveling throughout the night without any issues. Daenerys fell asleep while gently caressing the she had received, stantly thinking about what her future would be like from now on. A part of her missed Viserys more out of a dependen her brother, as he had always beeo make all the decisions. Another part of her kept her heart a bit anxious about what awaited her with this unfamiliar group. That night, she had more dreams.

  She found herself holding small hands for days, with two children by her sides, looking at her strangely.

  "Are you alright, mother?" She let go of the two boys' hands and looked ahead, at an older boy, the one she had seen in her dreams, who was now looking at her curiously.

  "Yes-yes..." Daenerys stammered nervously, not uanding what she was doing there while feeling that her voice was muature than it had ever been.

  "Are you sure...?" None of the children seemed vinced as they eyed her suspiciously.

  "Whatever... you must be missing father. e on, we're almost at the a dragon!!" the older boy excimed, and she had no choice but to follow him, though with very cautious steps, not knowing what she was doing there with children calling her mother.

  They proceeded to one of the st ptforms of the mountain, where she was met with an open sky full of clouds and dragons flying all around. "This...?!" She seemed shocked.

  "HAHAHAHA!!" The children appeared excited as they ughed, pointing at the dozens ons flying through the sky. They seemed aced to this sight, but Daenerys was in shock.

  "I see you've arrived..." An a voice was suddenly heard.

  "Yes!!! I came to hear your stories...! Tell me more about Valyria!!" The older boy excimed, which caught Daenerys's attention. She then saw a gigantitirely white dragon, with a beard below its neck, resembling an old man, though its gaze was sharp. But what startled Daenerys the most was that the voice she had heard earlier came from that dragon, while her supposed son ran toward it, talking. And just as she expected, the dragon actually respoo the boy.

  "Hohoho. Of course, why don't you sit down for a bit, and we'll start a new history lesson, my little dragon." The dragon's voice resohrough the area, while there were no other dragons there that could speak, with all of them r across the sky.

  "But first... I feel that my mother is ag strange... is something wrong with her?" The boy suddenly spoke with , while Daenerys froze, w what was going to happen to her.

  "Her?" The dragon raised its head, staring at her, as if studying her with a sharp gaze before its expression softened. "She's fine... she's just thinking about her future," the dragon replied gently before tinuing. "Let's begin with some stories of my life in Valyria, but first..." It said directly to Daenerys, "You o return, for you ot just keep dreaming of your future. Live in the present more than anything, my girl. I hope to see you soon." The dragon simply responded before she felt a wave of nausea and the entire space began to blur, while the children excimed in for their mother, and Daenerys found herself waking up ihe tent again with gentle knocks at the door.

  "Daenerys Targaryen... The king requests that you join him for the first meal," she heard the woman eared after the queen say.

  "Alright, I'm ing," she murmured, still a bit dazed, trying not to dwell too mu her dream as she dressed in something that had been provided.

  She sooed and was treated well by everyone, despite her initial fear, as she sat down to speak with Jon. There was a red-haired woman beside him, whom she reized as Jon's wife. The woman nodded in aowledgment but maintained a sharp gaze on her for some reason, though it wasn't quite hostile.

  "Well, aunt, let me introduce you. This is my wife, Ygritte Artica, Queen of Artica. We have a daughter, and she looks just like you in c," Jon said with a small, cordial smile.

  "It's a pleasure, Queen Ingrid of Artica. Daughter?" Daenerys murmured, a bit surprised, also admiring the beauty of this woman. But she soon focused on Jon's st words.

  "It's a pleasure to see you again, Daenerys Targaryen, and Jon's aunt. Yes, we have a daughter who stayed in Artica, being cared for by Seryna, another queen. She has white hair and purple eyes; her name is Lyanna Stark, named after Jon's mother," Ygritte said calmly.

  Jon invited her to eat, and they did so without anyone disturbing them while Jon asked Daenerys a few questions. However, she was still too reserved to engage in versation, trying to get used to the idea of being called an aunt and being among strangers. She rexed a bit when Jon didn't insist that she address him as king, allowio call him nephew for the time being.

  They tihe journey without delving too deeply into versation, keeping things basic while Jon checked on how she was doing and made sure she had everything she hough she was too shy to ask for anything.

  Finally, they saw the coast some time ter, where their ships were anchored. Of course, there were a few curious onlookers who had already spotted them in the desert or nearby fishermen, but it wouldn't make any differenow.

  "Let's go, men," Jon ordered, and everyone nodded, heading to the ships as they were pulled from the shore.

  With giants doing the heavy lifting, Daenerys was stuo see these massive men pushing the ships and dragging them from the sand—there were at least 30 of them.

  She boarded the main ship right after Jon and then entered someone familiar. "Hey, you—you were rescued, weren't you? Crissa..." Arya remarked, uo resist giving her a mischievous smile as she crossed her arms and stared at her.

  Daenerys immediately felt embarrassed, remembering that she had lied to this girl ios. "I'm sorry about that," she murmured as Arya's smile widened.

  "Don't worry about it. I know now that you're Daenerys Targaryen... Jon's aunt. It's funny, isn't it? Because I thought he was my brother for many years," Arya ented cheerfully.

  "She looks so much like Jon's daughter!!" Wind approached at that moment, looking curiously at Daenerys, who immediately took a step back, a bit frightened by the sudden appearance of a Child of the Forest, something she had never heard of. Wind seemed offended by this, looking disappoi Daenerys.

  "Hey, you shouldn't act like that; you might offend her," Arya noticed this and said, as if reprimanding Daenerys, who looked stunned.

  "Who are you? No, what are you?" she asked, letting her voice falter a bit.

  "They are Children of the Forest, Daenerys. You'll find many of them in Artica, so don't be so surprised. I know you were startled, and it was my mistake not to describe them to you beforehand, but know that they are sacred to us. After all, they are closer to the gods than any of us," Jon expined, and Daenerys nodded as Arya pulled Wind closer to her.

  "I'll introduce you, but first, apologize to her," Arya insisted, and Daenerys, uo react otherwise, found herself drawn into the versation, murmuring apologies.

  She couldn't help but keep her eyes on Jon as she watched him giving orders, his wife apanying him by his side. He instructed that the ships begin moving away from the shore, while the giants walked across the deck, and there were small men, introduced as dwarves, who grumbled to one another as they went about their tasks.

  She also sighed when she saw a huge wolf walking onto the deck, while everyone seemed t it off as if it were a normal sight. The wolf walked over to Jon, and another one soon appeared beside it, not as rge as the first.

  "Look, that's Jon's wolf, Ghost, he's 3 meters tall, incredible, isn't it?! And beside him is my she-wolf. Her name is Nymeria, and she's 2 meters tall," Arya poio the wolf that had apanied her for many years, ever si in Artiow, it had grown, f a Warg bond strohan any of the other direwolves under her trol.

  Daenerys now found herself involved with this group on their journey south. She had to wait to see this kingdom, after all, Jon had asked if she wao go to Artica or travel with them. She ended up choosing to stay with him; after all, she didn't know him and wao be sure of who this man g to be her nephew really was, and she wao get to know him better. After all, he was kind and aware of that strange dream.

  Meanwhile, in another pce where the sun was hot, a woman y on her bed, looking out the window, enjoying the coastal breeze in a desert and arid nd like Dorne. Until a kno the door was heard, and Nyra carefully got up, putting on a dress as she approached the door, opening it cautiously.

  "My dy, Prince Doran is summoning you to the main hall..." the man said respectfully. Nyra just adjusted her hair a little before leaving the room, apanied by some guards, heading toward the castle's main area.

  Finally, she was meeting with her uncle for a versation with her cousins, one she hadn't participated in for a long time due to her unique dition.

  "You're here," Doran murmured as his gaze shifted to his sons and brothers. "You all leave now. I'll have this versation privately with her," he said.

  Oberyn sighed but left the room, even though he didn't want to.

  "Why must we leave... shouldn't I know everything?" Arianne immediately pihe retionship between Arianne and Nyra had cooled signifitly, as Arianne seemed to harbor reseoward Nyra, looking at her belly with a certain envy, and she was too cold. Nyra, however, just accepted it, as it seemed her cousin was jealous of her.

  "This is a versatioween me and your cousin," Doran insisted, and she chose to leave, leaving only Doran and Nyra.

  "The Artis are ing here. We received a raven today about their sighting to the north, and I received a letter from them this m... They are on a trade campaign now in Essos ao have been quite successful in Braavos. They are moving down the ti, but some ships separated from the fleet befoing to Braavos, and they are heading here. The Arti Minister of Fn Affairs is ing to have a versation with me to discuss the situatioween Artid Dorne," Doran expined.

  "Will you tell their king about me?" Nyra asked, hoping the answer would be affirmative; after all, he had to know.

  "Do you expect me to talk about your dition? Not yet... it won't be very useful for us to discuss it now. We could gain more after we settle a few things," Doran spoke in a iator's tone, while Nyra frowned.

  "But he should know," Nyra said with a stern tone.

  "You don't uand, he child you carry could be very useful to us if we use it correctly. It's not the right time yet. That's why I want to iate when he's personally here or when the Seven Kingdoms are in flict with him. I hope he takes the Seven Kingdoms, and we'll help him," Doran said.

  "Jo seem to want the Seven Kingdoms," Nyra scoffed.

  "Not yet... but soon he could have them, as their king, and you beside him with your son being the heir to the Iron Throne," Doran decred, as this was the best ce for them to exact revenge aurn their bloodlio power.

  When he learned of Rhaenys's pregnancy, he was surprised, but after seeing what Jon did in the west and with the king... it became a blessing. Even though Jon didn't seem to like them much, with a child linking him to his niece, he wouldn't have a choice. But to make everything work, there were still a few more things that o be settled.

  Doran looked at her seriously now. "And I don't want to see you appearing in front of any Arti, uand?" he demanded, while Nyra frowned once again at hearing something she didn't agree with. After all, she was carrying Jon's baby, and she had already expressed her desire to marry him.

  Doran agreed with that; it was obvious that Jon was the best match. However, Doran wao profit as much as possible from this situatioweeis and Dorne, and there were other wives, with Rhaenys being his third wife. Not that she cared about that now—after all, she only wao raise her child well and alongside the father, the man she loved and thought about every day.

  "Yes..." Nyra responded with disgust. She was angry at how Doran was treating her child as a odity.

  She wondered what she should do wheis arrived. Should she hide, or should she tell them about the child she was expeg from their king? After all, she was sure that Jon would never abandohat he loved her just as much, and would be very happy with this child as well. It wouldn't take more than two moons for the baby to be born. And so, Nyra returo her room, walking while gently caressing her belly.

  There were some things she never fot, and one of them was how Jon had questioned her about wanting to be a chess piece for her uncle. Perhaps she could bee free and not be a puppet as she was beginning to feel more than ever, with the natural maternal instinct to protect her offspring, not wanting him to bee something like she had.

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